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...been denied tenure. Neither his teaching prowess nor the quality of his publications were questioned. As Professor J.J. Pollitt told The New York Times, "Mr. Segal does other things besides teach classicle literature." Too bad the "other things" had to be so successful. Lucky for Harvard professor and playwright William Alfred he wasn't teaching at Yale when Hogan's Goat became a smash...
...graduate student. Segal's Homeric spoof Sing. Muse! was performed in the Leverett House dining hall. Even the Crimson liked it. It was so well received that it attracted an off-Broadway producer. Opening that December, Sing. Muse! lasted only 39 performances. But Segal's career as a playwright was launched. "And I must emphasize, if began without my trying, you know. I wasn't down there making the theatrical scene. I was up here getting a Ph.D. And I wrote something for Leverett House 'cause they wanted it for spring weekend, see? But the professionals bought...
This dramatic aspect of riddle solving seems to have a special appeal for British Playwright Tom Stoppard. Much of his first play, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern Are Dead, had those two pitiably bewildered title characters trying to figure out what the devil was going on in the castle at Elsinore. His new playlets are dramatic trifles compared to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, but the longer and better one, The Real Inspector Hound, is highly diverting. (The brief curtain raiser, After Magritte, simply reduces the deductive process to a bundle of false clues that turn the characters, as well as the lines, into...
...present, a la Our Town, from Grover Cleveland and his mistress to Masters and Johnson. With obvious delight and gusto, the key actors play many men and women at various ages, and they are awfully good at it. The play concerns a clan that manufactures buttons, but Playwright Robison seems to have lost a few of his. -T.E.K...
Somewhat in the manner of royalty, Ingrid Bergman deigns to make an infrequent city-to-city tour before her oohing and aahing subjects. Lovely to look at, graciously regal in bearing, exotically foreign in accent, she does not remotely intend for any playwright to steal the spotlight. An assiduous search through a trunkful of lesser Shaw has provided the perfect vehicle in Captain...